I’m not a big fan of the fad for stacks, those teetering towers of food often topped with a couple of crossed chives, an artful pile of micro leaves or a shard of crispy chicken skin. As you usually have to dismantle them to eat them, by which time the food has often gone cold, I think they’re a prime example of form over function.
So I have no excuse for this brunch stack, which is just as gimmicky, although considerably less elegant than most restaurant offerings. Continue reading